Drool

Amelia had to choose between the three. Attention whore already put her in a tight spot as she was constantly checking up on herself to not do something stupid just to get some attention. So, she wasn't inclined to pick it, the card was strange, but a look at queen of spade on the net made her fear the worst from it. So, there were only the drops left.

Card : Drool

Trait : Wetting
Your vagina is constantly oozing lubricant, wetting any underwear you'll put on.

The message left Amelia unsure of, if she got off easy, or was screwed again. Wetting her underwear... that's fucking great...

Amelia already started to feel warm between her legs and she obviously knew what was going on. It didn't take much time before she felt a dampness in her panties. Her crotch already started to leak, while a light horniness started to grow.

Mumbling a "Shit, it's already starting..." She went to the restroom to take off her already soaked panties. It was starting to feel really uncomfortable.

But that move revealed to be a mistake, as she had now to walk through the campus in a mini skirt and no panties and a pussy literally drooling on the floor and on her legs as she walked.

Amelia didn't miss the fact that she now was not only leaking milk half of the time, but also drooling on the floor most of the time. It was a mess. Even more so, when she started to masturbate in her room, leaving a big wet spot on her sheet from the excessive leaking.

There were three cards left to pick, and it was already starting to get problematic for her studies with the difficulties to concentrate with her tits and pussy needing attention. Not even mentioning that she needed to drink... a lot, to compensate the lost of fluids.

The biggest problem yet to come, though, was the fact that it was Friday and during the weekend she was going back home. And questions will be asked about her new assets. She'll be the center of the discussion... Mmmh...

Amelia couldn't help but play with herself again, thinking about how everyone will talk about her and look at her big tits...

She fell asleep, her fingers still in her pussy, and woke up in such a mess, she'd have to clean her sheets. Her udders had leaked all night and her pussy drooled all over...

After a full bottle of water to extinguish her thirst, Amelia milked herself again, making a bigger mess on the bathroom floor. She then tried to put on natural looking make up, but ended up with something flashy again. She, then, used a pad to absorb her constant drooling and spent a lot of time in front of her wardrobe, trying to convince herself to put on something not provocative. Which in the end concluded on a tight jean, and a top that showed her nice cleavage.

Amelia left the campus for the bus station, enjoying more than she wanted the look of all the passengers as she walked through the place to get her tickets. Of all the changes she got from the app, it was clearly the worst one... socially speaking. She didn't even want to think on how she'd get a job with such a perverted mind.

Focusing on what she had to do, she took her ticket under the judging look of the cashier. He probably thought I was some kind of escort or stripper... She imagined.

Finally, after two hours of bus, and a woman next to her sitting as far from her as she could like she could get some disease, she arrived at her parent house.

Amelia hesitated a moment before knocking. She was quite different from last week... But there wasn't much she could do. So she took a deep breath and knocked at the door. When her mom answered, her face was almost funny.

"Amelia Sanders ! What are you wearing ?!?" And she then realized how big her breasts were... "And did you get a surgery ???"

"Mom... No surgery can heal that fast... I guess I had a late bloom, they grew quite a lot during the last weeks. You didn't notice because I always wear baggy clothes..."

She didn't like to gaslighting her mom, but it was better than saying it was the app fault...

"And now, you decide to show them off like some tramp ? I mean, look at your makeup !"

Amelia's father came to see the ruckus and stopped dead in his track. It was so great, shocking them like that, making them confused and all. It was in fact too great, as she could feel the pad not being sufficient to stop the flood of moist from her crotch. She wanted to masturbate soo bad.

"Amelia ! There is no way you're wearing that kind of trashy makeup in my house ! Get that off immediately !" He yelled.

The girl couldn't help smiling. He was so mad. She wanted to say no, she wanted it so much. It was making her horny as fuck. But she put all her will to not make a scene. It could turn really awry. So she just nodded, clenching her teeth, and went to the bathroom.

"Unbelievable, she's even smiling, she finds that funny..." Commented her dad.

In the bathroom, Amelia took off her soaked pad and sit in the bathtub, to masturbate. Her parents, pissed off, looking at her with all those mixed feelings. It was so good... Her fingers furiously trusted her drooling pussy, throwing droplets of cum everywhere. Amelia had a really hard time not making moans, she was already scared that her parents could hear the wet sound of her fingering.

Having calmed down, the young woman looked at herself in the mirror. The more she was seeing herself with that cheap makeup, the more it was feeling natural to her. She still wanted to take it down, to calm her dad, but her hands didn't want to move. Again, she needed to put all her mental strength to take the products and take it off. And even once, she was makeup free, she felt... naked... uncomfortable. She wanted so bad to put it back, it felt so wrong to have nothing on her face.

Amelia left the bathroom, depressed and exhausted. She wasn't wearing anything, and she just wanted to crawl under her sheets to cry. But she put a smile on her face and walked in the living room.

Her parents were there, but also Mike, her little brother ten years younger. That little shit never stopped to look at her breasts in awe. Leaving conflicted feelings to Amelia, between horniness and disgust. She didn't like to have her brother looking at her like some caveman in front of meat, but he was about to enter puberty, so, it couldn't be helped... probably.

Despite everything, the afternoon went well. And Amelia got her fifth round of cards...

Amelia looked at it discreetly when her parents started to make diner. None of the choices looked good. In fact, they never were... good.

Card drawn :

• Bigger, fuller (big sensitive breasts needing to be milked)
• Main character (aroused when center of attention)
• Pretty please (Always want to wear cheap, flashy makeup)
• Wetting (Vagina constantly oozing lubricant)